3 weeks ago:
"Galdel was buried this morning...and here I am holding some old hat with a promise to keep."
Suddenly...he very much missed home...after 6 years or so...he wanted to go home...rest, maybe?
"You know the way for me, my Lord...what's it to be?" As if on impulse...he suddenly decided to place the hat on his head. Despite their differences...the fit was perfect. A sudden wave of optimism bubbled forth..."looks like I go to Saltmarsh."
Shortly, he manages to appropriate a horse with a favor from Sargent Tavis.
"If you're looking to get to Saltmarsh, follow the border and go south. Once you get as far the Hool Swamp, turn east. I'd ask any outpost you stop at for directions to Bale Keep. When you get there, ask for a Sargent Chorch...tell that one-eyed sonna o' b++*@ that he still owes Tavis 10 gold for that girl's luck in Seaton."
Puzzled, but glad for the help...he rides south and prays Pelor keep him safe.
Twoish hours ago (give or take)
Fort Bale looks imposing, but inviting after having slept fitfully so near the Hool marshes. "So bloody warm after months of mountain and forests in Geoff's border...be glad to get a drink and some rest."
Arriving at the doors, the appearance of a Keoish military horseman is enough to get him in. He finds himself speaking with a one-eyed soldier, who is deferred to as a sargent. Immediately curious:
"Hello Sargent, I'm here on unoffcial duties and believe this mount is the property of the Keoish Army...so I wanted to leave it here before I made my way to Saltmarsh."
"An how do I know ye' be in the service of Keoland that warrants you such steed? You could be brigan for all I's know."
"Barring my religious role, I was told that I'd be OK if I told you that Tavis still expects you to pay him his 10 gold..."
"Fer what?"
"I believe something involving getting lucky with a girl in Seaton."
With a sudden wide grin, he utters: "That two-timn' goat scroat...he sent ye' here!?"
Explanations of his travels follows; but it's Chorch who must still explain things and ask a favor.
"Well lad, I like ya and I'd do anythin to help out old Tavis...but there's new lords 'ere now...I haffta at least give some reason for ya being here..."
"Perhaps you can help me out...me niece, Bitha, has recruited a bunch mercenary cranks to help 'er with 'er Grandmother's things. They seem a bit swamp-addled; or at least drunk from the ale they guzzled an' left us short on...."
"Perha'ps ye could follow them and make sure it goes a'right...even let ye' use the horse to make it 'official', as it were. Jes' make sure she's a'right and then you can press on to Saltmarsh...ye could be there and return the beast to the local garrison by nightfall, me thinks."
Not wanting to create any burdens on the man...but still somewhat tired...he agrees; at least after he gets some brew in him. Then, he rides hard to catch these "moving" men and Chorch's niece. "Pelor guide me...I hope this isn't some fool's errand."